When he grazed his palm over the surface of my skin, I thought I’d melt like that chocolate had inside my mouth. His lips felt like velvet, his skin on mine like whispered love songs. I attribute it all to a certain drunkenness that seemed to move through my veins. The more he kissed me, the warmer, the more intense the feeling. I could feel my body start to sway, feel delicious and sticky between my thighs. Wanting, needing his touch, my chest breathed heavily outward to meet his lips for a delicate kiss, before those lips slowly made their way down to my smoothly-shaved pubic mound and the chains that clattered on the wooden seat.
A finger moved in, around the metal; as it did, lightly tugging the blood-engorged c******s and labia below. I jerked, feeling a first significant foretaste o
